By Cosette
Date: 4 July 1999

Oral Exercise

more often than not
i chew your words 
savoring their very substance of sweetness
never letting go until they are fluid
quenching my unreasonable penchant for decay

more often than not
i swallow reality
my teeth abandoned unlocking its bitterness
when my taste buds are a dissident upon its landing
my throat begins to desperately pull the lump in

more often that not 
i bite my dry lip
when my tongue wants to spit gruff insult
from a chili you thrust into my mouth
an intention you never smell my breath spicy 

more often than not
i grind all these
my mouth is working overnight to taste them all
next morning my lips would be kissing you again
you'd taste my saliva minty fresh and cool

my life is blowing melted birthday candles
and erupting third molars are not always a sign of wisdom



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